. “Was I that bad?” He asked. "Open the door, I say, or I'll burst it open. "Keep a sharp look out, Bess. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. ’ ‘What husband?’ ‘Precisely.
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